And the Winner Is.....

Thanks to everyone who left a comment, or followed me on Twitter or this blog!  The winner of my first giveaway is Wendy!  Shoot me an email, and I'll send one of Sarah's adorable Coffee Hugs your way.  For those of you haven't checked her shop out, these things are so cute.  I just ordered three for Christmas presents, but I may have to reconsider keeping them for myself because how cute would it be to match your Coffee Hug to your outfit?  The styles these days are all about accessories, right?

At any rate, I'd like to thank Sarah for helping me out with this project.  I can't think of anyone better I'd like to show products off for. 

Moving forward.  Oh boy, are we moving forward, folks.  Here's a picture of what the girls and I did yesterday afternoon:

We walked to Dunkin' Donuts to have a treat.  I suppose that isn't really out of the ordinary considering my love of donuts, however, the reason we went to double D's is because for three nights now Hadley has slept without her beloved OG.  ("OG" is a pacifier, not "original gangster" as some might assume.)
I know!

This was not something that was planned.  Quite honestly, I was thinking Hadley would have it for several more years, maybe graduate from high school with it.  We'd been telling her she would have to get rid of it, but then bedtime comes and neither one of us is in the mood to follow through with it.

Except that Saturday Hadley dropped it in the toilet.  And that was the last one.  Talk about cold turkey.

Do you remember that scene in Mr. Mom where Micheal Keaton tells his son he has to get rid of his blanket?  We kind of lived that Saturday night. 

So yeah, I took her out for donuts yesterday afternoon because by jove, I'm proud of her.  I know she's four.  I know speech pathologists everywhere are banging their heads on their desks, or parenting experts are screaming "SPOILED" into their Twitter accounts.  But we all have our faults. For years, I slept in my parents bedroom because I was convinced someone whose name rhymes with Teddy Freuger was going to come get me and turn me into something that resembles pasta sauce.  But look at me now!  I turned out juuuuuuussst fine. 

Harper still uses a pacifier.  I don't think getting rid of it will go over as well as it did with Hadley.  It's just a hunch I have.  That's OK, though.  We'll deal with it when that one falls into the toilet, too.

I keep this little log to remember stuff like this, and also so that Hadley and Harper can remember too.  I don't whether Hadley will remember her first night without an OG, but what I would like to remember was that evening after she'd calmed down a bit, she and I were lying on the bed talking for a bit.  She had this look on her face that I imagine resembled what I looked like before I gave birth.  There are just some things we all have to do by ourselves, and going to sleep without an OG is one of them.  But Hadley did it, and she doesn't seem worse for the wear.  I hope that, like I felt before I gave birth, despite being afraid, she could take this next step because she feels supported by me and Jesse.  I hope she knows that we think she can do anything, even the scary stuff.  That's what my family does for me, and that's what I want to do for Hadley.

Yes, I believe I did just compare giving birth to getting rid of a pacifier.  Just wait until I write the post about teaching the girls how to pluck their eyebrows.